Chapter 7
Bride of Mr.Billion
Bellaâs POV: As soon as they got home, my sister Betty came up and asked, âSister, what happened to your face?â
Hearing this, my mother immediately came over and asked anxiously, âWho did it? Is it your father?â
âMom, I was slapped twice, but I slapped back twice!â When i saw my motherâs distressed look, i pretended to be relaxed.
âDonât take it to heart, Bella. Your father must have listened to Connie.â
Mom, are you trying to say that my dad hit me for a reason? Can i forgive him?
I threw the ice bag away angrily and said, âMom, Ryan has never cared about you for so many years, Why are you still speaking for him? You have nothing to do with him now. You are strangers, and you are not as good as strangers. You are enemies!â
That was how my mother was. She was weak and had no idea what to do. The father was her god.
Although they had divorced for many years, Ryan was still her husband in her heart.
That was what I hated most.
âHe is your father after all.â My motherâs voice was very low.
Seeing such a weak mother, I felt sad and softened my tone. âMom, Iâm tired. Iâm going back to my room to rest.â
I entered my room in frustration, my face burning with pain. Fortunately, it was the weekend tomorrow, otherwise, I wouldnât have been able to go to work.
knock knock knockâ¦
A few minutes later, the door was knocked twice, and her motherâs voice came in.
âBella, I forgot to tell you just now. Momâs good friend introduced you to a University professor. Your face is not convenient now. Iâll arrange for you to meet next week!â
Ever since my exâboyfriend cheated on me, my mother has been looking for someone to introduce me to. Once I object, my mother will start to shed tears and force me to meet her.
A week later, I sat in a very romantic restaurant, waiting for for someone to be introduced by my motherâs friend. At seven oâclock, a man in grey trousers, a white shirt, and goldârimmed glasses sat in front of me. âHello, my name is Hank Cruise. Iâm 29, and Iâm a teacher in college now.â His opening words were simple and clear. I looked him up and down, raised my chin and said, âI have a few questions for you.â
The person in front of me looks very gently. I donât have a bad impression of him for the time being.
Itâs just that I donât like this kind of date. I came here just to make the Susan feel at ease.
So I thought I had to say something to stimulate this man and let him take the initiative to leave.
âBy the way, let Susan know that donât introduce me to all kinds of men in the future.â
âGo ahead. As long as i can answer, I will.â Hank smiled, revealing two rows of white teeth.
Do you have a real estate i glanced at him The pople who could afford to buy a house in this city were all from wealthy families or particularly high salaries It was actually very dinicult to buy a house in the city with the salary of a professor I guessed that he couldnât have a house, so I deliberately made things difficult for him.
This question made Hank smile ââm living in alwo hundred square meter.â
I was stunned and thought, âIt must be a property with a particularly bad location or a very bad environment I immediately asked, âDo you have a Mercedes?â
Hankâs smile deepened. âMy car is a Land Rover now. If you like Mercedes, I can change it in the I was stunned again. In order to defeat him, I continued, âMy salary is not high and my temper is not good âIt doesnât matter. Girls will have bad tempers, I can understand.â Hank continued to say gently.
I didnât achieve the purpose of driving him away, so I patted the table and said, âAre you sick? You have a big house and a good car. You are handsome, and you are a university professor. Why did you find a woman like me?â
âWhatâs wrong with you?â Hank looked at me.
âWhen I was very young, my father ran away with other women. Iâm a single-parent. Now my mother and sister rely on me. My exâboyfriend said that Iâm not gentle and not feminine.he went abroad with a rich girl,â I said âAnything else?â Hank still had a smile on his face.
âNo.â I lowered my head and drank juice. I had exposed all my shortcomings. Why didnât he retreat?
âYou are the most special girl I have ever seen. In fact, I hate blind dates, but I donât like to make friends.
You wonât object to us being ordinary friends, will you?â Finally, Hank handed me a business card.
Friend?
When Hank said this, all my previous vigilance was put down. It didnât matter if they were just ordinary friends. I took the business card and began to eat and chat with him.
I didnât expect our conversation to be so pleasant.
I donât hate Hank at all. I even think itâs great to have such a friend.
After dinner, Hank insisted on taking me home, but I didnât refuse. I stood at the entrance of the restaurant and waited for him to get the car in the parking lot.
âBella?â Someone called me from behind all of a sudden.
As soon as I turned around, I saw my superior, Gary Ackerman. âManager, are you here for dinner too?â I was very surprised. At this time, I saw Herbert and a male businessman walking out of the restaurant.
When i came out for a meal, i would meet someone i didnât want to see. This Herbert seemed to be everywhere.